Contradictory and forced, it’s like falling into the vortex of love.
She closed her eyes slowly, and she could hear her heart pounding in the dark. She was annoyed and opened her eyes.
"ah!"
Song anqiao screamed and quickly sat up and curled up to the foot of the bed.
ChuFei far wearing a dark robe facial features slightly twisted intensely staring at Song Anqiao a pair of trying to swallow her.
In the hazy night, Song Anqiao broke out in a cold sweat on his forehead, and his lips shivered and his breath took a long time to calm down.
Clear eyes looked ChuFei far after a long time, she stretched out her hand and waved it in ChuFei far sight.
No response, glassy-eyed
Song anqiao tightened his body and relaxed instantly. The man was sleepwalking again.
She pulled the bedding, climbed over the bed carefully, approached the bedside, and slowly straightened up and knelt on her legs, whispering, "Why are you sleepwalking again?"
The room was dimly lit, Chu Fei was far from moving, and the girl was whispering that she wanted to settle accounts with her, and her mind suddenly disappeared.
Here Song Anqiao subconsciously wants to send Chu Fei back to his bedroom, but the other day he sleepwalked in a scene, and her heart is badly guarded.
"I’m hungry"
When hesitating, Chu Fei’s distant line is cold and heavy, and the sexy voice breaks the silence of a room.
Song anqiao completely stunned her and looked at Chu Fei from afar. His eyes were as dark as the deep sea in the dim light.
I simply made two bowls of noodles, and the memory returned to her. The first time he made a noodle scene, he was overbearing and robbed two bowls of noodles. This time, he ate a bowl of noodle soup and consciously gave it to her.
After eating food taken late at night, Chu Fei is far away from washing dishes and brushing chopsticks as usual. As soon as he enters the kitchen, Jun Leng’s eyebrows are wrinkled and his nose is filled with a fishy smell that makes him vomit.
Enduring the feeling of vomiting, he brushed off the kitchen as quickly as possible.
Song Anqiao is wearing a blue-green cotton nightgown, and her chest is dotted with gauze lace embroidery, which makes her look quiet and clever.
Long black hair hanging down to the waist, Chu Fei looked at it far away, and suddenly remembered that last month, the advertising department bought a luxury female hair accessory and made a slogan to treat my long-haired waist teenager to marry me.
Eating in the middle of the night will make your stomach swell. Song Anqiao paced back and forth in the living room. When he turned around, he saw Chufei’s handsome posture and looked at her.
Song Anqiao smiled shallowly. "Master Chu, you love washing dishes, brushing chopsticks and cleaning. It’s really a good cleaning addiction."
This is the most shining point she has seen so far in Chufei.
Chu Fei’s eyes were somewhat cold, and he made milk for her. After getting married, Song Anqiao gradually became familiar with his habit of giving himself a glass of milk every day. Without hesitation, he took his head back and drank it.
A drop of milk flows out of the corner of his mouth, and his eyes become hot as soon as he looks straight. Look at this terrible woman who not only broke into his dream while he was sleeping, but now drinking milk can arouse his desire to move.
"Hum!" Chufei quickly went back to his bedroom with a cold hum. He was going to be tortured to death by Song Anqiao.
Song anqiao didn’t know what happened, and suddenly she lost her mind. After a full minute, she put a milk cup and kicked the foot in the direction of Chufei.
Rain or shine, the guy really wants to kick him!
When I woke up in the morning, Song Anqiao’s brain kept hurting. She thought it was probably because her relatives were coming to see her.
When I hit the refrigerator, I saw that grass carp Song Anqiao, whose scales were removed last night, had not yet broken his belly. Would it be good to make fish soup early?
Forget it. Let’s save the fish for later.
"Chufeiyuan breakfast is ready."
Song anqiao made breakfast and shouted at the master bedroom, coming out with dark eyes.
As soon as I got to the restaurant, my face turned cold, and my eyebrows locked, and the strong smell of fish went straight to his nose.
Black eyes caught a glimpse of the fish in the kitchen on a white porcelain plate. His face was stiff and his skin itched as if ants had climbed over it.